Newly acquired art from the talented Jin Wicked! Check out her Etsy story here.
I was planning on snatching up a print of her work “FLIGHT” but grabbed one of these first because she only had a few left. Someday it will be mine, though. (Or if I get real lucky I will be able to get the original, but funds are… lacking)
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Shoved my way through the borderline agoraphobia and went to see some comedy in Huron, SD at the Square Deal Grocery. Thanks to everybody that put on the show, especially Dan Bublitz. If you get a chance to see Carly Ballerini and Whitney Chitwood… DO IT. I laughed. A bunch.
TOUR DATES:
Back of my fat head! (front row on the left) Yeah, ok, Carly performing is the important part.
I became mostly immune to disappointment when I was four and watched as the cleaning foam sprayed on the sink did NOT manifest as bubbles with faces and bristles on their butts.
— bill (@williamdegeest) August 23, 2018
Hank Dobson paced back and forth in the living room of his trailer house, taking nervous drags off his cigarette. Due the modest size of the house and the stacks of boxes, he made many turns in little time. The sixty two years of life etched deep in a face that flashed irritation and sometimes near panic. His hands were in constant motion along with the shaking of his head.
The Quilt and the Cairn
Edna closed her eyes and turned her face toward the midmorning sun. The early summer warmth of the South Dakota prairie was so different from the last time she had been here. “So very different,” she said to herself in a whisper. Her eyes opened and saw bright greens and vivid blue, not the flat browns and gray skies of her memory. The smells of new life and road dust filtered in the small gap of the car window. Such another contrast. She closed her eyes again and could smell the frozen earth and feel the bone aching chill of the north wind of almost eighty years ago. Tears began to well up as she again looked out at the passing landscape.